Life After Quibbles!

Yesterday morning we went to the cinema to see the new Indiana Jones movie, which we've had to wait a considerable time for. It was the first showing of the day, so the cinema was fairly empty, which I found really pleasant. The movie is fantastic in terms of action and effects, nothing hugely over-elaborate, which I believe was the intention, so that it fits together with the previous 3 films. The word is that there might be another one in the offing. I hope they get round to it quicker than this one, or I'll be Harrison Ford's age by the time it's released.

While I did enjoy the film, and it's great to see the format revived, there were a few minor quibbles; firstly I'd have liked to have seen a few more of the baddies meet nasty ends. There were some good ones, but there were so many opportunities for more, for instance, the cliff-top race scenario. A few trucks could easily have plummeted into the water. My second gripe was one which I've made over many recent films; the lack of real continuity and more particularly the lack of plot-line. Yes, there was a vague plot-line, but most of the movie had been and gone before it became clear what was happening. There was a distinct lack of set-up. I wouldn't be surprised if many viewers left the cinema not sue why Indie went to South America in the first place.

On to other matters. Following my previous post, and in no way intentional, Channel 4 showed a program last night called "The 11th Hour", with Leonardo di Caprio hosting, and many scientists basically saying that the human race is ****** ! It was stated that 99.9999 % of all creatures that have lived, have become extinct. We, the human race have a limited window in which we exist. The window would appear to be closing. That's to be followed tonight by a show called "Life After People", looking at how nature would quickly wipe away all traces of human existence, should we suddenly become extinct. I'm going to watch that it looks really interesting.

No Future For You!

There's something decidedly wrong with this image! What's that then you say? Well, I'm no sightseer, but I really cannot see a future for the car, or any road-borne vehicle. Not only is the use of oil-based fuels becoming untenable, but there is just way too much traffic on the roads, and no matter how expensive it becomes, it doesn't seem to deter families from having a second car, or even more than two cars.

What alternative do I envision. I don't. I'm afraid that my vision of the future is quite bleak, I try not to think about it, because I am actually an optimist, but my faith in humanity fades a little more everyday. When one thinks back on history, rapid population increase tends to be followed by terrible wars, pandemics, natural catastrophes, and before humanity was around, mass extinctions. It seems like the planet always has a mechanism for having a regular clear out. It seems unlikely that we can sustain the current level of pupoulation growth, and that inevitably, if we don't bring about a huge decline in the World poulation by ourselves, then some external factor will kick-in and do it for us.

There are already signs that the planet will wreak havoc on us all; melting ice-caps, magnetic poles shifting, huge increases in UV levels, freak weather, widespread extinctions of animal species, drought and famine. The upshot is, it can't go on. There's bound to be a point where the planet goes nuts and tries to shake off it's human opressors. That moment will be critical for the survival of the human race. Some few will survive to begin again, just like they did last time, and come crawling out of the hills once more, reduced to primitive survival techniques and reliant on base instinct and adaptability.

Raising Merry Hell!

It's not essential to have a sense of humour to be a teacher, but it sure as hell does help. I've met some wonderful people so far, with amazing comic wit, unbelievably witty. Some of these guys have a smart retort for everything, but you can't help but admire that. It's a sardonic sense of humour brewed from years of being under pressure. It's their coping mechanism. If they didn't have that, they'd probably have had breakdowns long ago. God knows the system heavily favours the pupil and their increasingly vociferous parent(s), who blame the teachers instantly for their wayward children's neddishness! Of course the kids are in no way responsible for their own actions, and the parents aren't going to blame themselves or take any responsibility for crafting a well-rounded little individual who thoroughly believes that the World owes him/her!

I've heard some unbelieveable stories, and the major gripes from teachers is not so much the behaviour of some kids, but the lack of support they get from senior management. Terms used to describe senior management; two-faced, back-stabbing, conniving, duplicitous, incompetent, sloping shoulders... the list goes on! Many teachers consider the qualities most desirable for progression to be those which most people would regard with contempt. And once in a position of power, those who have acquired it without just entitlement, will allegedly surround themselves with cronies, who will not only do their bidding, but will readily defend them out of some misguided sense of loyalty, having been promoted by them in the first instance.

Despite all of this, I'm not in the least perturbed. Oh yes, I've been stabbed in the back before, and double-crossed, but ultimately, those sort of people orchestrate their own spectacular downfall eventually, and a complete loss of integrity and trustworthiness must be utterly depressing. I don't have much trouble sleeping and that's the way I intend it to stay. I give everyone a chance, but betray me once and you've made an enemy for life!

The Slippery Slope!

OK, I found out today which school I'm going to be teaching at after the Summer, and it was just as I had expected! I don't have a problem with it, it's a half hour commute, but it could have been much worse. Unfortunately it's in a town with a fully spawned ned culture going on, but I guess I'm just going to have to go in their kicking ass right from the start, metaphorically speaking of course!

Just another 3 weeks and my course will be finished, so unless I get pushed into a job of some sort, I'm hoping to have some time to catch up on all the books I've been accumulating over the past year. I'm fairly certain I've got some good reads laid by and I've been sorely tempted to get stuck in on more than one occasion, but if I had it would have been to the detriment of my course. I'm fairly certain of that. I'm just not good at juggling several balls simultaneously, another metaphor dammit!

Think youseleves lucky if you're not Scottish, we now "officially" pay more tax than any other country in the World, and fuel prices here are now more expensive than any other country in the World. In other words, we're being right royally screwed! It's starting to feel like the early 1980's again, when the cost of living was out-stripping income. It's not so much the pinch, as a downright grab really. Gordon Brown is trying hard to stop things slipping, but everything he does just makes it worse. Blair stepped aside at the right time, perhaps he saw the way things were going and it was, "Over to you Gordon"!

Cairn Gorm!

I told you I had a busy weekend, that's why I haven't been able to post till now. Yesterday we went up Cairn Gorm, and expereienced the four seasons in 3 hours which the custodians promise in their pamphlets, brochures and elsewhere! Above: Looking up at Cairn Gorm, the 6th highest Munro.

The Cairn on Cairn Gorm. Nice view from here of several other well known Munors; Ben Macdui, Beinn Mheadoin, Derry Cairngorm, Cairn Toul, Braeriach and even Beinn a'Bhuird, some distance off and in the heart of the vast Cairngorms.


This is the view looking back down towards the ski-centre... fantastic!

Just Rewards!

Yes, I'm working conscientiously once again! I've got through loads of documentation for my portfolio today. Also, received the news I've been waiting to hear, that my probationary year will be spent locally. Not sure how local yet, but certainly local enough so that I don't have to move home. Yesterday was a full-packed in-service day where I participated in a great many things. Quite willingly, because they will fill gaps in my portfolio. That's why I was so busy today, documenting everything that we did yesterday and tying it into my professional development. I was shrewd enough to make last week's targets coincide with the agenda for the day.

I'm presently toying with the idea of going for Cairn Gorm this Sunday, that would be the highest Munro we've climbed so far, if we can pull it off. I'm sorely tempted, it's either that or Meall Chuacih at Drumochter. My weekend is quite busy anyway, so it's a bit of a toss up between a shorter drive and a longer walk or vice versa. I'm definitely edging towards Cairn Gorm though. Either way, I'll be taking pictures and posting them here as soon as possible for your perusal.

Toilet Gazing!

Why a picture of a toliet seat you ask? Because that's what I've been looking at for the last half hour. No I'm not ill! The simple fact is that my family are destructive as hell when it comes to toilet seats. They never seem to last any length of time. I only had the last one for under a month before it was annihilated! There may well be a partial excuse in the proximity of the radiator to the toilet, but I haven't broken any seats, and I'm probably the heaviest of us all. Anyway I had to pop in by B & Q earlier today to buy a replacement, so I tried one with a different attachment and it took me a while to work out how to fix it in place, as the instructions were laughable, and it wasn't exactly obvious. As it happens there is a small plastic component which slides out. How I was meant to work that out, I'm not sure.

Anyway, another long weekend coming up, decent weather too, so if I get caught up with all my paperwork tomorrow, that'll leave the weekend clear and on Sunday I'll probably take the family down the A9 to climb Meall Chuaich. An apparently easy enough Munro, which after last week, it better be. The kids won't forget that hike in a hurry, and won't let me forget about it either. That will leave next weekend clear to go and watch the new Indiana Jones film at the cinema. Not sure how good it will be, but who cares, how far wrong can you go with a franchise like that?

Four weeks to go until I finish my University course, at which point I will be a fully fledged probationer teacher. The probationer part seems harsh, but at least I will start getting some form of payment, and that can't be a bad thing with the student loans I have to pay back. It will literally take years, maybe even into double figures. Where are the incentives to enter the teaching profession? Besides the holidays, there are none. Most teachers could find easier, less stressful jobs, for more money. They're only there because that's what they want to do, or don't know any better.

More Of the Old!

Greetings Earthlings, I am Tharg! I'm not actually Tharg, that was a homage to the Sci-Fi comic 2000AD, which I used to read in my teens. There's a disappointing lack of Sci-Fi nowadays, don't you think? Back in the 60's and 70's folks couldn't get enough Sci-Fi. I don't understand what's happened, surely reality based films cannot compete. Directors have a free reign with Sci-Fi films, they now have CGI and bluescreen technology to allow their imagination to be realised on screen, and yet besides very few occasional movies, Sci-Fi is largely neglected as a genre. What's going on here?

It might not be too ridiculous to surmise that the book as a medium has died a death, that serious readers, contemplators and thinkers, prefer the quick fix that television offers. How could anyone be satisfied with the Sci-Fi detritis offered up by television? I've seen a few of the latest episode of Doctor Who, and frankly, my intelligence is insulted. If I had endured Sci-Fi like that on television as a kid, I'd have put pen to paper and written a derogatory letter to the BBC. Yest somehow, kids today are more than satisfied with it, simply because they haven't known any better. The easiest assumption to make would be that the show is written by kids as well. What's with everything happening in Cardiff? If I'd crossed time and space to save humanity, I'd take one look at Cardiff and think "Sod them!"

These guys need to go to second-hand book shops and car boot sales and pick up some of these 60's and 70's SCi-fi books, and make them into films using modern technology. Not just straight-forward Sci-Fi pulp fiction, but thought-provoking stories full of symbolism and meaning. That's what I want to see. The books and films that stick with me are the kind that I'm still pondering months and years later.

Only 278 To Go!

I finally decided to head down past Aberfeldy yesterday, to the Ben Lawers range. 7 Munros all in a huge semi-circle. We were going to tackle the remotest 2 of those: Meall a' Choire Leith and Meall Corranaich. Above: approaching Meall a' Choire Leith after crossing over a mile of boggy stuff!

Looking across at Meall Corranaich from Meall a Choire Leith. The actual summit of Meall Corranaich is on the right, quite far off. The peak on the left is Beinn Ghlas.

Looking back across the bealach to Meall a' Choire Leith.

Looking back along the ridgeline from Meall Corranaiach to the lower top Coire Gorm and the rounded lump in the distance which is Meall a' Choire Leith, from where we had just walked. Still had a long walk back to the car from this summit. Took us 6 hours in total and left everyone with really tired feet. I still had to make the 3 hour drive home too!

Run To the Hills!

The weather's very uncertain for tomorrow. I've been keeping an eye on the forecast to see whereabouts in the country might be the best place to bag a Munro or two, and it keeps changing every hour. First I was heading for Ben Wyvis up North, then Meall Chuaich near Drumochiter, and currently I'm heading past Pitlochry for the Ben Lawers range, although all that could be changed again by morning, when I will make my final decision.

I've been knackered today, too much exertion with all that gardening last night. I woke up with a sore head, but still had to make a couple trips to the dump with all the bushes that the wife insisted in cutting down last night, even after I told her to stop. She was only meant to prune them back, but the Sun must have gone to her head, because there's virtually nothing left now. From one extreme to another, as they say!

Time to go and have those Bulmers left over from yesterday, and keep my fingers crossed for tomorrow. If all goes well, I might even beat my 3 Munros in a single walk, record. That's still a big maybe for now though!